In Silva Coram Deo
It is quieter here, now, than it has been at any other time before. Our voices amplify along the trail, their clear sounds gamboling between…
A Prospective Picnic
“What’s inside it?” asked the Mole, wriggling with curiosity. “There’s cold chicken inside it,” replied the Rat briefly; “coldtonguecoldhamcoldbeefpickledgherkinssaladfrenchrollscresssandwidgespottedmeatgingerbeerlemonadesodawater–” “O stop, stop,” cried the Mole…
Taper of Grief
Outside, coursing in from the west, the amber and violet gloaming has begun. Dinner is over, and I sit at the piano. Behind me a…
Vaneetha Risner {Deep Draughts}
As I considered these truths, something stirred in me. My scars are significant and precious. I shouldn’t keep hiding them. I am recognizable by them;…
Springtime at Home {Ithilien House}
Here at our house, the most striking evidence of how the world has changed is in the garden. It would have been relatively empty this…